Taking him down on his walk home from work had been a struggle, but it was absolutely worth it.

Hands grasping at his elbows in an effort to still him, your fangs burrowed deep into the nape of his neck- drinking your fill whilst preventing anything lethal.

He continued to squirm in vain, cussing you out and occasionally managing to actually punch you- though you recovered quite quickly, with an annoyed hiss as you continued to feed.